A Season for Everything
“You alright?” John asked, lips pressed to the back of Sherlock’s shoulder. “You’re very tense. Don’t disappear into that great brain of yours.”
Sherlock made a faint scoffing noise.
John kissed his other shoulder. “See, this is the easy bit for me and Greg, the physical bit,” he said gently. “Like the brainwork bit is for you. Just, can you let us do this for you?”
- Part 1 of A Season for Everything
John put his mug down and breathed a half sigh, half laugh. “Bloody hell, you two. I really wasn’t up for anything, y’know. But watching you is… god, such a turn on.”
Lestrade propped himself up on one elbow over Sherlock, and looked across at John. “Come on then,” he said, roughly.
- Part 2 of A Season for Everything
“Ah good, Lestrade, you’re here. John’s having some sort of crisis about this relationship, sort it out, will you?”
John glared at him. “Actually, you’re just clarifying some things for me,” he snapped.
“Been one of those mornings, has it?” Greg asked. “You two are right idiots, sometimes. What’s the problem, then? Having second thoughts, John?”
“It’s not that,” John said, maybe too quickly.
- Part 3 of A Season for Everything